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This morning, as I look out the window, the skies are grey, the trees bend in the wind, the air is cooler: definitely feels like autumn. The cooler temperatures are welcome, but I remember (and feel today) what I used to feel up north at this time of the year--not just a sort of nostalgia, but also mourning and foreboding. For me, autumn has always seemed infected with what follows, so while it may bring "prettiness," it also is a display of decay and dying. NOT my favorite season, to be sure.